it's not a matter of getting me back, but rather of creating/discovering me.
I love this, TJ & Dazed.
I think there is probably a core inner child who's never gone, but dark childhoods remove her from our sight.
"No one" was there to see her, when we were trained to ignore/suppress/overrule our essential selves.
Everyone is trained that way, to a degree, simply to become socialized. But in families when an N holds sway,
it goes too far. It warps us.
I think about other cultures too, though. Western civiization warps its young in certain ways, other cultures
in other ways. We're never going to be naked in a tulip blossom again.
I guess what's going on with advancing psychology and spirituality is that although we know the young
have to be taught about the world, we just want to know how that can be done with as little damage to
their souls, if you believe in souls, and hopes as possible.
I'll never forget when I took my 3 y/o D to her first movie, a showing of The Red Balloon at the library.
She had never seen cruelty before (when the mob of boys steals the boy's balloon). Right afterward, as
the children were going out, I asked, how did you like it? She said wait, I said okay. She was just holding
it together. In the car, I was quiet and waited. Finally she choked out, with deep tears streaming, No
more mean people, please Mommy.
It was awful. Similar to the day I had to explain that people eat cows.
Her heart just broke, and broke again.
I guess the difference between that and an N family is the N doesn't or can't care when a child's
heart breaks.
Sorry, don't know why I got so lachrymose.
love
Hops